Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Russia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Michelle Simonal to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Kevin Saunderson,
a-ha,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tim Buckley,
Tres Demented,
The Happenings,
Kerri Chandler,
Ronnie Foster,
Tom Boy,
Rosa Yemen,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Von Mondo,
Supertramp,
Crash Course in Science,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Japan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Monochrome Set,
Rod Modell,
Derrick Morgan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Moebius,
The Move,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Index,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mars,
David Axelrod,
Eric Copeland,
Minutemen,
Harry Pussy,
Yaz,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mr. Review,
KRS-One,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Toasters,
X-Ray Spex,
Porter Ricks,
MDC,
Janne Schatter,
Desert Stars,
Laurel Aitken,
A Certain Ratio,
Alice Coltrane,
The Offenders,
Zero Boys,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Slackers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Roger Hodgson,
Junior Murvin,
The Barracudas,
Severed Heads,
Cheater Slicks,
The Pop Group,
The American Breed,
Bang On A Can,
Steve Hackett,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.